<\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\nWhile we cook together, Udo tells me her story. She first came to Ojika over 50 years ago from Osaka in her early 20s. It was a time of adventure in her life, having visited India by ferry and returning four or five times to Ojika because of her enduring love for the island. Eventually, a local young man proposed to her and she married, raised a family, and lived a peaceful life on the island. The fullness of her life can be seen, felt, tasted in her cooking, local specialties that can make new visitors to Ojika fall in love with the island, as Udo did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But before I have a chance to savor this home-cooked meal, another person is at the front door. It’s the Ojika concierge, who is whisking me off to Madara Island<\/strong> to see the sunset, on her day off no less. We take a whirlwind sunset tour, to two of her favorite spots, before returning to Hoshu to enjoy my meal. I eat leisurely, watching the fishing boats bob on the water in the small port outside my window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\nA Healing Trip That Refreshes Your Spirit<\/h2>\n\n\n\n And so it goes on Ojika, for three full days. Waking early to find a new spot to enjoy the sunrise. Enjoying a meal or coffee in the restaurants and cafes and listening to the owner’s stories about their love of Ojika. Staring at the incoming tide with nowhere else to be and nothing else to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\nAt 10:30am on the fourth day, 30 minutes before my ferry leaves for Sasebo, I sit at the edge of the pier, watching the fish swimming aimlessly below my feet. I can feel my heartbeat again; I notice the rhythm of my breathing. I have been healed from some affliction, the self-affliction of a modern, efficiency-oriented life. It’s a sickness most of us don’t realize we have until it is healed. And Ojika is the cure for what ails us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ojika Island: Where It Is and How to Get There<\/h2>\n\n\n\n This has been a travelogue about Ojika Island, where I spent three wonderful days doing, well, practically nothing. Ojika is an island of Nagasaki Prefecture, most easily accessed by speed boat or ferry leaving from Sasebo Port.<\/strong> There is also an overnight ferry leaving from Hakata Port in Fukuoka that arrives in Ojika around 5am<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n\n\n\n <\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n